CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Varangian [Vinland Edition]
Born under fickle northlight, under the heartless stars
Where icy ocean foam is cutting into skin and leaving scars
No legacy awaited, not for the restless kind
I stepped aboard a longship and left it all behind
Eastwards I was looking for choices, on the silk road I did travel
Over many strange land
I often heard the gods singing voices
That steered me towards living life with weapons in my hand
The sword is my command
I hold it in my hand
Til I take my final stand
Dying like a man
Like a true Varangian
I have seen battle raging, I have seen brothers die
I have seen blood red snow and I have heard the doomed ones weep and cry
For silvershine and glory, and for my longing heart
Wielding my shield before me, I came to play my part
I stood my ground in fire and fury as a mercenary within the Varangian guard
I carved a rune to vouch for our glory, with my dagger in a
Church bench in Miklagaard
The sword is my command
I hold it in my hand
Til I take my final stand
Dying like a man
Like a true Varangian
There is a house, of timber, in Holmgaard by a lake
I grieve and I remember, leaving my loved ones with heartbreak
I gazed in light of morning, towards the rising sun
Yet I was caught in mourning, for in regret I came undone
Once again I boarded the Longship
And sailed into the east whilst contemplating what it gave
For I surely have been given good fortune
And now on eastern shores I shall be given my demise and my grave
The sword is my command
I hold it in my hand
Til I take my final stand
Dying like a man
Like a true Varangian
Where icy ocean foam is cutting into skin and leaving scars
No legacy awaited, not for the restless kind
I stepped aboard a longship and left it all behind
Eastwards I was looking for choices, on the silk road I did travel
Over many strange land
I often heard the gods singing voices
That steered me towards living life with weapons in my hand
The sword is my command
I hold it in my hand
Til I take my final stand
Dying like a man
Like a true Varangian
I have seen battle raging, I have seen brothers die
I have seen blood red snow and I have heard the doomed ones weep and cry
For silvershine and glory, and for my longing heart
Wielding my shield before me, I came to play my part
I stood my ground in fire and fury as a mercenary within the Varangian guard
I carved a rune to vouch for our glory, with my dagger in a
Church bench in Miklagaard
The sword is my command
I hold it in my hand
Til I take my final stand
Dying like a man
Like a true Varangian
There is a house, of timber, in Holmgaard by a lake
I grieve and I remember, leaving my loved ones with heartbreak
I gazed in light of morning, towards the rising sun
Yet I was caught in mourning, for in regret I came undone
Once again I boarded the Longship
And sailed into the east whilst contemplating what it gave
For I surely have been given good fortune
And now on eastern shores I shall be given my demise and my grave
The sword is my command
I hold it in my hand
Til I take my final stand
Dying like a man
Like a true Varangian
